Who says that real and fake daughters must fight each other?

Wu Jiayi hurried to where the director was, running out of breath.

Bending over with his hands on his knees, he raised his hands tremblingly and patted the director.

The director was directing the lighting when someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder. He turned around and saw no one behind him. He screamed in fright.

"Ghost!"

Wu Jiayi was so scared that she almost fell to the ground.

"What's wrong, Director? Where's the ghost?"

The director looked down at Wu Jiayi, breathed a sigh of relief, and patted his chest.

"What are you doing with this look?"

Wu Jiayi calmed down and finally felt a little better. He looked around.

"Director, let's find a place where we can talk."

The director opened his eyes wide and looked around. The staff who were setting up the scene seemed to be very serious, but in fact they were all eager to prick up their ears to listen.

The director didn't know what he was thinking about, and covered his chest with his hands crossed.

She looked like a decent woman who would never be violated.

Wu Jiayi rolled her eyes. How could an 18-year-old girl like her do anything bad to a middle-aged man with a big belly like you?

Since he doesn't want to, let's just talk about it here.

"I saw Lin Yimeng secretly cutting Yun He's performance clothes... Ugh!"

The director quickly covered Wu Jiayi's mouth.

Unfortunately, it was too late, and everyone around me had already heard it.

There were bursts of gasps, and the chief director turned around and said, "Hurry up and get to work."

Pulling Wu Jiayi away.

He asked anxiously, "How did you know? Where did you get the news? Take me there quickly."

Wu Jiayi said as she walked: "Just now I saw her cutting Yun He's costume with scissors and throwing needles into Yun He's boots. Yes, those embroidery needles."

The director wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead.

"You should have told me this earlier. Now everyone knows about it."

Wu Jiayi looked at the director aggrievedly: "Uncle, it was you who didn't listen to me."

The director's eyes widened and he quickly waved his hands, "Didn't I tell you not to call me uncle?"

Wu Jiayi snorted and turned away.

When I arrived at the dressing room, I saw several tall girls standing at the door from a distance.

The girl in the lead had her black hair tied on the right side with a white ribbon.

It was Yunhe, who was staring at her performance costume at the moment.

Wu Jiayi pushed through the crowd, pointed at the clothes and said to the director, "Yes."

The chief director scratched his head and drove everyone else out, leaving only Yunhe's five, Wu Jiayi and the chief director.

They refused to leave no matter what, and the director knew that they had a good relationship with Yunhe, otherwise why would he let them stay.

The director took a look at the clothes. They were still in good condition. Wu Jiayi seemed to know what his uncle was thinking. He took a step forward and felt around a bit.

The cut part was found quickly.

The pure white clothing was cut into small pieces with scissors at the places where the wrinkles were not obvious, and would be torn apart with a little force.

"This……"

"The clothes were cut into pieces."

"If Yun He wore this to a performance, she would definitely be exposed mid-dance."

Yun He's face darkened as he stared at the dress, clenching his fists.

And shoes.

Wu Jiayi squatted on the ground, turned her shoes upside down, shook them twice, and a needle fell out.

Silver light flickered, Yun He lowered his head and looked at the needle thoughtfully.

"It must have been Lin Yimeng who did it."

Yun He pointed it out directly.

Wu Jiayi nodded.

"Yes, but you guessed it?"

Yun He smiled and said, "That's easy to guess. Who else would have such malicious intentions towards me besides her?"

Wu Jiayi was silent, and it was indeed true.

Apart from Lin Yimeng, there are few people who have conflicts with Yunhe.

Even though there were some minor frictions, they didn't really get to the same level as what happened with Yilin Yimeng.

Yun He sighed.

Lin Yimeng's malice came out of nowhere like a mental patient.

She did not resent her greedy family, or her sister's uncle for not being able to marry successfully. Instead, she resented the He family for not giving the self-reliant uncle the millions in betrothal gifts.

It's really confusing.

The director's face turned dark. He took a deep breath, exhaled, and tried his best to calm himself down.

He Youyou looked at the director and became a little angry.

Having been spoiled since childhood, she is naturally arrogant.

How could her things and her person be bullied all the time?

He Youyou asked directly: "Director, are you really not going to solve this problem?"

The director wiped his sweat and nodded slightly.

"I'll let her withdraw after the second performance."

Lin Yin hummed.

"That would be great, otherwise Yun He would have to be on guard all the time. There's no such thing as a thief being a thief all day long. We've been together forever, and you never know when we might get into trouble. Uncle He probably wouldn't want to see that."

The director is sweating again.

How come Lin Yin is so skilled at using He's father to threaten people?

It’s obvious that he has done this many times, Yunhe thought.

It is true that they have done many things to bully others.

It’s just… “What should I wear for the performance later?”

The clothes were cut to pieces.

The director sweatdropped, "Well, when I bought this dress, it had a stain on it. I contacted the seller and they sent me another one, but they didn't take the one with the stain. I still have this dress now, but... it's not very clean."

Yun He nodded. "It's okay. Bring it here and I'll wash it. Then blow it with a hair dryer and it should be fine."

When Yun He got the clothes, he looked at the yellow spot as big as a fingernail on his hand and felt embarrassed.

"It's just a small stain, and the merchant actually agreed to send you a new one."

The director looked into the distance, feeling ashamed.

That’s because we are too poor and have limited funds, so we have to save money.

With the help of Zhou Yafei, Yunhe pinched the small piece and rubbed and washed it.

It was done quickly, and I took the clothes to the dressing room and asked the staff for a hair dryer and an iron.

When I went in, Lin Yimeng had just changed her clothes and came out.

Looking at Yunhe holding the white miniskirt, she seemed to be smiling, with a hint of pride in her eyes.

Zhou Yafei bared her teeth in anger, and Yunhe pulled Zhou Yafei towards the staff.

Lin Yimeng rolled her eyes and walked away leisurely.

I sneered in my heart, I wonder who will help you this time, the real daughter of the He family is exposed... Oh, what an attractive topic.

It will definitely make you famous all over the world. Well, black and red are also red.

Zhou Yafei pouted, a little unhappy: "Why did you pull me away?"

Yun He laughed, "She's going to be taken out anyway, why are you arguing with her? You're just making yourself angry for nothing. Don't you feel bad about those cells dying?"

I asked the staff for a hair dryer and an iron, and it was almost dry in a short while. Then I went to the locker room to change clothes.

At this moment, He Youyou was standing outside the door, staring closely and not letting go of any suspicious person.

He Youyou: No one can hurt my sister under my nose!

After changing clothes and going out, I saw He Youyou like this and suddenly laughed.

The depression in my heart dissipated and I patted her shoulder.

"Let's go, let's go. If you stand at the door, people will think you are guarding it."

He Youyou snorted, "Just watch the door, you can't let the unruly people hurt you again."

Yunhe was touched, her eyes were hot and her nose was sore.

He squeezed He Youyou's shoulders gratefully.